Driving by I passed a group of 15 year olds I used to go to school with. I noticed they all looked at me as I drove past. They were near the shop and when I parked, I could hear one or two of them shouting “Queer!”. I didn’t look but it was obviously at me.
Why the fuck would they do it to me? I never even talked to them, so why have they taken a fucking negative view of me?

I went into the shop, not wanting to see Catherine, but at the same I wanted to as well. I went through the aisles, found what I wanted, walked into another aisle and almost bumped into Catherine. She looked at me for a second I know and looked past me, and I looked away from her.

I had forgotten all thoughts of being nice going into the shop, I was back to being cold and not caring.

Those kids bothered me too though. Why do I care about popularity, and it indirectly makes me feel shit about Catherine too. Its almost like, if they think that way, why wouldn’t Catherine? Or that if people view me like that, how will things ever work out with Catherine?

But how can things work out with Catherine if the only times I see her is when she's working, and whenever I'm near her I don't want to see her and when I do I don't want to talk to her and I'm cross?

I sped past the 15 year olds in my car when I left, in high revs.
At least I have a car.


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Future. Sex. Love. Sound.
Just tell me which way you like it.

I'd bet 100euro, not one of them would have done anything to you.


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F@cking c*nts doing wheelies on bikes, mate!
I just wanna f@ckin run 'em over. - Jamie T